What shall be buried inward to say,

one may choose to walk steadily away,

If all at once... poured out this silent rage,

bundled cathartically in mortar cage;

fear is what lies,

rottenly at times,

behind coffee eyes;

when you share is a contemplated right,

caution the glimpse's through trembling walls inside,

what heart resisted to be said,

may be cause of such silenced treads.